Bones Exposed - Two
Marshall's hands run down the body of his lover, tracing his curves delicately. He looks up into Gumball's lust-filled eyes. "Are you sure you want this, Bubba?" he whispers, resting his hands on the gummy-man's hips.
"More than anything." Gumball whispers back, moving his hands into Marshall Lee's hair and slightly tilting his head to the side, giving the vampire access to his neck.
Marshall presses Gumball against the tree, leaning down and kissing his neck. Gumball moans, grabbing Marshall's hair and tugging at it. Marshall tightens his grip on his boyfriends hips and kisses his way up to Gumball's lips. Gumball wraps a leg around Marshall's, deepening their kiss and pulling Marshall Lee's body closer to his. He loved nothing more than the feel of the vampire's slightly-chapped lips against his, and he wanted so much more of it.
Gumball gives a small squeak when Marshall Lee moves his hands under his shirt, causing their kiss to break as he lifts up the shirt, revealing Gumball's light-pink flesh. Marshall presses a soft kiss to Gumball's chest before removing his own t-shirt. Gumball's eyes wander around the vampire's pale body, sinking in his flat stomach and toned muscles.
Gumball wakes with a jolt, sitting upright and breathing heavily. It'd been hundreds of years since he's had a dream about Marshall Lee. Of course seeing him again would activate his hormones. It isn't fair; it took him so long to get over him and now he shows up again out of nowhere, bringing back the both good and bad memories of their past relationship. Gumball gets out of bed, looking down at his black shirt. Marshall gave him this a few years after they'd started dating as an anniversary gift. He wears it to bed every single night, along with his pink boxers, as pajamas. Sure it was Marshall's and he probably shouldn't be wearing it all the time, but it was really comfortable.
Gumball goes over to the window and stares down at the quiet streets. His citizens are sleeping soundly while he's over here doing the exact opposite. He hasn't gotten sleep in ages, normally due to workload. Marshall Lee's reappearance has only made his insomnia worse. The prince goes to his closet and grabs out a pair of pink pajama pants, slipping them on before going to the door of his bedroom. He cautiously opens the door and peeks his head out, looking around for a sign of anyone else being awake. He slips out of the room, quietly closing the door and tip-toeing down to the kitchen.
He turns on the light, setting it to a dim setting and opens the refrigerator. Maybe a midnight snack will help him sleep a little. Anything will be fine, as long as it isn't red. He grabs out a small plastic box full of pancakes given to him by Breakfast Prince at the last meeting at the Breakfast Kingdom. He sets the container on the table, grabs the bottle of maple syrup from the cupboard and a fork from the cutlery drawer and heads back upstairs.
Gumball sits down on the floor, opening the box and pouring syrup over the cold flapjacks. He digs the fork into the cakes and puts the food into his mouth, looking around his moon-illuminated room. Usually he wouldn't feel so lonely in here, but tonight he feels like he's the last being on earth. 'All because of that man showing up again.' he sighs, shoveling more food into his mouth.
He's not as upset as he should be. He's actually hopeful. He'd been saving himself for Marshall Lee since they'd broken up. He'd focused on his studies and other priorities before love, not giving any female a chance to claim him as theirs. Not that females romantically and sexually interested him anyway. He did what he did to forget Marshall, mostly. It was also his passion, even though the workload could get pretty big at times.
Gumball sighs, setting the fork in the now empty container. He normally doesn't stress eat, but that seemed plausible for this situation. He pulls his knees to his chest, thinking about how life would be if Marshall Lee had never broken up with him. Would he be happier? Would he be doing the things he's doing today?
After moments, feeling like hours, of thinking, Gumball stands up. He looks to the container on the floor and decides to leave it there. If it were any other day, he'd pick it up himself, but he wasn't in the mood. He gets into his bed, bundling up under the covers, hoping to get a good night's rest.
Gumball closes his eyes, instantly relaxing. He lays there for a while, comfortable under the fuzzy pink blanket.
He slowly drifts off, and right before he falls asleep, he could've sworn he felt someone get under the covers with him.
"Good morning, Prince Gumball." Fionna says as she and Cake enter the kitchen.
Gumball sets down his coffee mug and smiles at the human girl. "Hello Fionna, Cake. How are you two doing?"
"Somebody slept well." Cake says, taking a croissant from Gumball's plate.
"I actually did. No interruptions. No waking up every thirty minutes. It was nice."
"You know what this means?" Fionna asks her cat.
"PARTYYY!" the girls cheer in unison, causing the prince to chuckle.
"I might consider that. I've got a lot of paperwork to do, though."
"Aw man."
"But," Gumball says looking over to his candy maid. "I guess we could make some room for a party later tonight."
The peppermint lady smiles at her ruler as the two other females in the room high five each other.
"This is gonna be so awesome!" Fionna says, excitement in her eyes.
The prince smiles at the bouncing girls and takes another sip of his coffee.
"Are you gonna invite Flame Prince?" Fionna asks the pink man, her eyes wide with hope and anticipation. "Please invite Flame Prince, PG, please please pleaseee."
"I will, I will." Prince Gumball laughs, laughing slightly harder when the human girl does a happy dance with her cat.
Everyone in the kingdom will be invited to this party. While it is pretty childish to celebrate getting a good night's rest with such a big shebang, it doesn't hurt to cut loose every once in awhile.
